This Uchiha Itachi is very lonely

"Itachi... you should just be busy with your own affairs. You can handle mother's affairs yourself."

In the kitchen of Uchiha Fugaku's house,

Uchiha Mikoto looked awkwardly at her son, who was wearing a small apron and holding a kitchen knife to help cut vegetables.

"Mom, the knives used to cut vegetables are very dangerous. You need to be extra careful due to your current physical condition!"

Itachi replied with a serious look on his face, cutting the ingredients neatly with the kitchen knife in his hand.

The proficiency of his movements surprised Mikoto, and she stopped trying to stop him, instead watching him help with the ingredients.

…

"Itachi, I can just dry the clothes."

On the balcony, Mikoto was holding clothes to dry, but she was soon stopped by her son.

"Mother, you are not suitable to stand on high places now."

Itachi snatched the clothes from his mother's arms and placed them one by one on the bamboo pole on the balcony with great skill.

…

"Mom, it's up to me to do the cleaning."

"Mom, it's up to me to iron the clothes. The electric iron is too dangerous."

"Mother……"

…

Time flies by, and when night falls,

When Fugaku, who was on duty at the Konoha Security Department, came home, he saw Mikoto sitting on the sofa, looking stupid.

"Mikoto, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fugaku didn't take off his shoes and hurried over, "Do you need me to go to the hospital to make an appointment for another physical examination?"

Hearing her husband's voice, Miqin turned to his direction with her eyes blankly, and waved her hand after a long time, "No, I just don't know what I should do."

She did nothing all day long.

No...she still had it in the morning, but after Itachi came home at noon, she basically couldn't do anything.

Whether it was housework, cooking or laundry, all these household chores that originally belonged to her were vetoed by Itachi.

And this also made her feel very relaxed and leisurely.

Since there was no discomfort, Fugaku was puzzled as to why his wife had such an expression.

"what happened?"

He asked doubtfully, walked to the sofa and sat down, holding her hand tightly.

Mikoto sighed and explained: "I told Itachi yesterday that he wanted to be an older brother, and he was very happy."

Fugaku nodded, his wife had already mentioned this matter last night.

"As a result, today, he helped me as if he was possessed."

Mikoto continued with a very complicated emotion, "I was quite happy at first. I felt that this child has grown up and knows how to help me."

"But... when he took away all the work that was supposed to be mine on the grounds that I was pregnant, I felt a little confused."

"I feel something is wrong. I'm just pregnant. I'm not so fragile that I can't even cook or wash clothes. But I don't know how to reject the child. After all, this is the first time he actually cares about me."

While explaining, she held her husband's hand and leaned on his shoulder.

"Really……"

Fugaku roughly understood the meaning and hesitated for a moment, "Since Itachi wants to help you, that's a good thing."

"I was quite busy during this period and didn't guide his training. Maybe he didn't find it interesting to be alone."

"Instead of being like a headless fly and wasting time doing useless work, you might as well let him help you."

"After a while, when things in the clan have stabilized, I will train with him again."

Because the war is about to end, the current situation in the clan is far more chaotic than when it was still at war.

During the war, at least everyone sat down and discussed how to deal with enemy village offensives, which was relatively relaxed.

But now that the war is over, many people in the clan have other ideas.

These trivial matters are far more troublesome than a life-and-death war. He spends more time thinking about it and making decisions, and he can no longer take care of family matters.

"Itachi is not doing useless work."

But Mikoto, who was leaning on his shoulder, shook her head and spoke warmly, "He has been doing some training in physical skills and swordsmanship."

"And he also spent a large amount of money with me to purchase items needed for training."

"I can feel that the child's body is getting stronger and stronger."

"Especially when he helped me with the housework today, I could see in some details that his power control, speed and endurance are no less than those of ninjas who specialize in physical arts."

After all, she is a ninja who has been on the battlefield, so she has not lost her ninja abilities just because she is now a full-time housewife.

Compared to her husband who is always busy outside, Miqin is more concerned about her son's condition.

For this reason, she did not want to delay her child's cultivation progress because of herself.

"Physical strength?"

Fugaku was stunned for a moment, then interest appeared on his face.

He was very aware of Itachi's training in swordsmanship. After all, he went out with an iron sword on his back every day.

But he was originally not optimistic about the specific content.

Without any guidance, a child who is only five years old and has no knowledge of swordsmanship can probably only do some basic movements when trying to explore the art of swordsmanship, right?

But now, he started to become a little curious.

"Father, the water for bathing is ready."

At this moment, Itachi happened to walk into the house.

In order to prevent his mother from being scalded while preparing bath water, he took on this task without hesitation.

"Wait a minute."

Fugaku glanced at his wife beside him, who was squeezing his palm, and patted the back of her hand gently to reassure her.

Then, he stood up again and looked at Itachi, "You come out with me first. I have something I want to talk to you about."

Itachi was a little confused, but he still nodded respectfully, "Okay, father."

…

Following his father, Itachi came to the courtyard with doubts in his heart.

Arturia did not follow him. After returning home, she usually found a place to sit in a daze by herself and did not follow him all the time.

After arriving in the courtyard, my father did not speak immediately. Instead, he opened his Sharingan, and then looked at himself up and down carefully.

Immediately, his eyes became subtle.

"Itachi, how do you usually practice?"

Fugaku asked softly.

"...use the flow of qi and blood to put a burden on the body, so as to feel the changes in the body."

Itachi hesitated for a moment, briefly summarized and explained his behavior.

It was impossible for him to reveal the existence of Artoria, let alone explain where those delicate movements and methods of stimulating Qi and blood came from.

Regarding his explanation, Fugaku's eyes were more complicated.

However, he did not ask any further questions, but waved to Itachi, "Now, you attack me."

After a pause, Fugaku added: "Don't hold anything back, do your best to attack me, no matter what method you use."